He's Fire And Ice And Rage

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The Doctor did not often shop.

There were plenty of other interesting places to go, things to do, people to see. Like, the crosswords. He could easily do the crosswords and that would be miles more interesting than shop. Or flossing! Good for the teeth, very fun, better than shopping.

Still, right now, the Doctor was shopping. The fact was, if he correlated going out for lunch (A) to the number of disasters he and Jack had to face (B), he'd come to the conclusion that B was directly related to A, meaning that (B|A) could be drastically reduced if he instituted C, groceries.

So, (B|A)=(A-C), would mean that B would have a negative quantity of C. So the Doctor attached a Follow Me drone to carry as many groceries as he could afford.

"One credit for a Churro," the Doctor commented, biting on the sugary concoction. "I'm not sure if that's even how much it costs to make one."

He is not a sexual man.

It's not because sex is unpleasant for his species. On the contrary, he's had encounters with those of his own kind that've brought him to mind-blowing pleasure. Even with a human, or another alien species, sexual acts are (in general), incredibly pleasing. The rush of blood, the heightened nerves, it's all very nice.

It's also not because of the general taboo about sex in his culture. Yes, it's ingrained in the minds of all Time Tots that sex is a barbaric and disgusting act, and yes, he sat in on a number of those classes. And yes, he did wear the high-neck head garment of the Time Lord, the one that blocked from view the immensely taboo back of the neck, where a Gallifreyan derived a good deal of sexual pleasure. But, really, the disgust his people found in sex fueled his desires, in his youth. His need to be rebellious made him far more promiscuous than his fellows, occasionally taking a lover (or even two!) every decade or so.

It's not even because of how messy the act is. Fluids and sweat and all sorts of things going into it just make the whole thing seem really unappealing, but he's been through far worse, really. And, if one charted out sexual pleasure versus messiness, the pleasure is far greater than the cost of a shower and a change of clothes or bedcovers.

It's just that the act…doesn't really interest him.

There are far more fascinating things out there, far more worlds to explore, more thoughts to have. Aliens and stars and nebulas and oh-yes-the-world-is-ending-didn't-you-notice? He can't really focus on that sort of thing when he's got so much thinking to do.

( But humans! It's like a bloody disease with them! Cut for explicit sexual situations. )

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 2,234

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For all that the Doctor hated the Time Agency (even more so after dealing with their fiasco regarding the Friera system), he had to admit that their vortex manipulators were surprisingly resilient. Also, fantastically waterproof, as he discovered after losing his lunch on the one he had post-flight, and rinsing it off in a stream.

He really, really missed the TARDIS.

Still, Sapiad Delta was an excellent local system, the planets tropical and wild, with only a few human settlements speckled about to change the landscape. He'd been here in his second incarnation, and he remembered the settlements well enough to plant one in particular into Jack's mind. Now, hopefully, he could meet Jack there.

Hopefully. Time Agency wipes did terrible things to a mind. Even Jack's.

He found the settlement fairly quickly and obtained himself a hut and let it be rather well known that his friend, an "ambassador with the Shadow Proclamation" might be dropping in. Hopefully that would mean Jack, not an actual Shadow Proclamation ambassador.